The weekly Floridian. [volume] (Tallahassee, Fla.) 1867-19??, 1887-08-18

Vnat would you ADVISE r. said the
stranger, blindly clutching at Carry's
feminine counsel as a shipwrecked mari
ner may be expected to cling to floating
spar.
Black would perhaps be more suita-
bic, seeing that you don't know the ladv's
age or complexion" remarked Garry.
"But blue and pink are such pretty
colors - pleaded the dark haired young
man, looking longingly at the piles OF
lustrous fabrics on the shelves.
"Yes," said Garry, growing interested;
"but they are only suitable for a very
few occasions, while black is always ap.
propriate."
II thought that only old ladies wore
"Young ladies do, also," calmly as
serted Garry.
IT you were selecting Dress" said
the stranger, in desperation, switch col
or would you choose ?"
Z" would choose seal brown" said Car
ry, after second or two of deliberation.
"Eh q? should you? Show me seal
brown, then, please" said the customer.
Its little grave, perhaps ps"-surveying
the folds, {" but it's pretty, yes, it's very
pretty! How many yards now does it
take for dress ?''
Il should think" said Garry, after a
second interval of reflection, "that fifteen
yards might answer if it was economi-
cally cut"
Il don't know anything about econ
omy," said the young man." want a
good allowance"
"Then l should recommend eighteen
yards" advised Garry.
"Cut me off eighteen yards" said the
gentleman, promptly; "and put in the
Innings and trimmings and all that sort of
thing, please; you'll know what I need
better than do myself. And | say"
"Sir?" said Garry, as he hesitated.
Have you anything that would make
nice present for an old gentleman, do
you think"
GA silk muffler ?" suggested Garry,
her eyes running across the shelves Of
the store, or pair of fur-lined gloves ?"
"Capital !" said the customer "Put
them both in the parcel.''
"Thank you, SIR, said Carry. "Where
shall we send them %
Nowhere, answered the customer.
Pll take them along myself, and then l
shall be sure that there is no mistake,
l'm thousand times obliged to you,
miss -
"Not in the least" said Garry, with
dignity.
So the dark-eyed stranger, with the fur
trimmed coat, departed, and Mrs. Pick
rell praised the young shop girl for the
good sale she had made
"You will be valuable hand in time.
said she. 1t isn't often we get chance
to sell a silk pattern like that. Folks
mostly 60 on Broadway for their expen-
sive dresses she added, with sigh.
Garry was very tired when she came
home in the frosty October dusk. The
store did not close until ten, but the
girls took turns, two by two, to stay after
sunset, and Carry's d. fortunately did
nvt vvuc until Lne next night.
When she reached home Uncle VOL
sey had the lamp lighted and the kettle
boiling for tea, and was sfeing off some
canned corned beef, and minding " the
toast before the fire at the same time.
1t looked CHEEKY and pleasant; Carry
drew long sigh of relief.
How nice it is to be at home, Uncle
w Wolsey !" she cried: "Do let me make
that toast And, oh it hasn't been
such very hard day, after all. And
Mrs. Pickrell says I've made the best sale
she has had for a week. Such a hand
some young man, Uncle Wolsey! and he
treated me as if were princess instead
of a working girl, and"
"Stop, stop!" said Uncle Wolsey,
pausing with the knife still in his hand.
''rve had a good-looking young man
here, too, Garry. Needn't think you've
got monopoly of that article. What
do you think of your poor mothers cousin
from the seal-fur fisheries in Alaska
And what do you think of his bringing
these things here as present for you and
mech ?"
Uncle Wolsey laid down the knife, and
carefully dusting his hands on the roller
towel, drew forth from the bureau drawer
a seal-brown silk dress pattern, and
pair of fur-lined gloves, wrapped around
with spotted silk neck muffler.
"Why, Uncle Wolseyl" almost
shrieked Garry.
"What's the matter?" said the old
man. saint they pretty! Oughtn't l
to have taken them ?"
"It's the very man." said Garry. 81
sold them to him this afternoon"
"Hey ?" said Uncle Wolsey.
"At the store" said Garry. "Oh |!
Uncle Wolsey, and is he really my cousin ?
am so glad"
"Glad Of what?" retorted strong,
CHEEKY voice and in came the mysterious
stranger himself. "Why, l declare he
cried, " if there isn't the little girl who
sold me the things to-day"
"Glad that you are my cousin," said
Carry, with a mischievous smile and
low courtesy" Because-because l
thought you were very pleasant and
kind"
"And l thought" said the stranger.
"But no, won't tell you what thought.
How do you do, cousin ?"
81 am so glad you CHOSE the seal
brown silk :" demurely observed Garry.
What should l have done with blue or
pink silk ?"
."It would have looked very we'll on
you," said the cousin meditatively cycling
her "blue would have matched your
eyes, pink your cheeks"
just my sentiments" chuckled Uncle
Wolsey. "Come, young folks-come |;
tea is ready. And the toast is getting
oold.'
Not until the visitor had taken his
leave did Uncle Wolsey, smoking bis pipe
h.rora tho fro imnart tn Garry an addi-